unloved weapon

jealousy

George POV

It's 11:06pm and Clay is still at the Police Station with my mom. I was allowed to leave at the time of 10pm.

It feels pathetic how I sit here and wait for him, hoping in vain that he will come any second.

we couldn't talk to each other since we immediately had to go with the Police.
what should I say when he walks in?

I'm embarrassed, because I couldn't solve this on my own. I made him the stress which he doesn't need.

the door opens and I immediately know that it's Clay. "You're still awake?" he quietly asks before closing the door.

"yeah, couldn't sleep." I mumble "oh.." he makes while taking his jacket off.

"how did it go?" I whisper "it went good." he sits himself down next to me, whispering just as I did.

"they need to talk to your mother again, but then it's over." he says "at least for you."
"what do you mean by that?" i ask.

"your mother still has to do some paper work and all." Clay says "like the divorce, the Money she has to take back from him and all other kind of stuff."

"oh.." I make.

Its cold.
I usually never feel cold.

"its kinda cold in here." Clay speaks after many minutes of silence, I look to the side "mhm.." I make and slowly start to get flashbacks from the kiss.

I feel my cheeks heat up but luckily its dark in our room. "have you spoken to Marie?" my voices sounds rough.

"about what?" he asks "I don't know." I say "about things.."
"yeah, we have talked." clay answers.

"aha, m'kay."

It stays quiet again.

I hear the wind from the outside and I somehow feel it.. or is is just just clays finger on my arm?

I look to the side.
his finger is going from left to right on my arm, giving me gooseflesh.

"you wanna come with us tonight?" he suddenly asks and moves away. "come where?" I ask, "to a club. Its just me, you and Marie."

"why not.."

maybe it distracts me.

Clay POV
1am

we've been here for an hour and Marie is already dancing. George and I, on the other hand, are sitting all alone.

he has enjoyed this night so far. we had a lot of things to laugh and talk about.

I look over to him and see that he has disappeared in his own world. I look over to Marie who's dancing with a girl now.

I sigh.

"George." I say, but no answer.
I watch how he drinks out of his glass while staring at just one spot.

his neck is sweaty and his hair is sticking to his forehead. I slowly move my eyes away from his face and go more down.. to his neck, from his neck to his chest, his stomach, his legs..

I watch how his hand movement works and how wet his lips are.
he goes through his hair and suddenly his eyes meet mine.

I don't say anything, I can't say anything.

Is it because of the alcohol?

but he isn't saying anything either..
his lips were tasty that night.

"are you drunk?" he suddenly asks "hm? no." I answer. "that's what a drunk person would say." he mumbles as he slowly comes over.

I wanna kiss him.
now.

I stare at his lips the more I think about our kiss. The more I think about my body on top of him, his touch, his hands in my hair-

"Fuck it.." I whisper before I pull him by his neck and lay my lips on his. I feel how a smirk appears on his lips and he slowly kisses me back.

the feeling of kissing him..

I break the kiss as I realised what I just did.
I haven't ask for any permission, what is wrong, especially after what happened.

he looks confused at me.
"why did you move away?" he asks "is this even okay for you?" I ask.

but he doesn't say anything.. he just pulls me back into the kiss which gives me the answer of my question.

I feel how his hand travels to my cheek and he pulls me closer. I feel how my heart beats faster and how George's lips get wet.

I break the kiss again.

I heavily breath in as I look into his eyes which are stuck on my lips.

his eyes look drunk. his lips tasted like alcohol and he smells good, even with sweat.

George looks behind me before he start to get red. I confusedly look behind me only to see Marie standing behind us.

"the two of you?" she laughs "oh.." escapes my mouth. "you guys didn't even try to hide it." she sits down and I move away from George.

I look to George who's also looking at me.

"you didn't saw that." I say "saw what?" she smirks with an eyebrow up.
I laugh as I firstly look down to my hands, then to George.

he looks so pretty.

how can a person just sit there and look pretty?
how can a person, named George, look this good even while he sweats?

i could kiss him again right now.

I look over to the bar and see a blond girl smiling at me. I look back to George but he's just staring at the couch.

Is he a jealous person? I mean.. we could try it out, right?

I look to Marie who's already shaking her head at me.
I laugh before I get up and start to walk over to the bar.

I stop a little far from the girl and act like i want to buy a drink, but it didn't take her long to come over to me.

cause I immediately felt hands on my back.
I turn to her while carefully looking over to George who's already looking over.

"hey." she smiles at me "what's up?" I smile back, trying my best to keep my eyes on George.

"I saw you from over there." she starts to touch my chest "you're a pretty boy." her head tilted.
I turn my head to George who got up.

I was thinking he's coming over, but no. George is walking to another person, to another guy.

I leave that girl without saying anything and quickly walk over to George before he could reach that guy.

I grab his waist as I push him away.
"where are you going?" I raise an eyebrow "fuck off-" he tries to push me.

"no." i move down to him before I kiss his cheek "go kiss that girl-" he says, still trying to push me away.

"i just wanted to see how you react." I move away "now you got it, right?" he looks up to me and I see the anger.

"sorry George." i push him against the wall before I kiss him again.